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Hilaire Belloc's Poetry, by popularity

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  • The Bison
    The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
      The Door-mat you see on his head
    4 lines
  • The Rebel
    There is a wall of which the stones
    Are lies and bribes and dead men's bones.
    37 lines
  • The Gnu
    G stands for Gnu, whose weapon of defence
    Are long, sharp, curling horns, and common sense.
    11 lines
  • On The Gift Of A Book To A Child
    Child! do not throw this book about!
      Refrain from the unholy pleasure
    18 lines
  • From: Dedicatory Ode
      I will not try the reach again,
        I will not set my sail alone,
    23 lines
  • Cuckoo!
    In woods so long time bare
    Cuckoo!
    18 lines
  • An Author’s Hope
    When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
    ‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
    2 lines
  • Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A Bull
    Some years ago you heard me sing
    My doubts on Alexander Byng.
    43 lines
  • On the Ladies of Pixton
    Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace,
    But for profounder meaning in her face.
    2 lines
  • A Moral Alphabet (excerpt)
    D: The Dreadful Dinotherium he
    Will have to do his best for D.
    27 lines
  • On the Little God
    Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
    To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
    4 lines
  • Ballade Of Modest Confession
    My reading is extremely deep and wide;
    And as our modern education goes—
    32 lines
  • On Vital Statistics
    Ill fares the land to hast'ning ills a prey (1)
    Where wealth accumulates and men decay.'
    6 lines
  • On Two Ministers of State
    Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed,
    And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed,
    3 lines
  • The Catholic Sun
    Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
    There’s always laughter and good red wine.
    4 lines
  • [Month of] November
    November is that historied Emperor,
    Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,
    14 lines
  • The Statue
    When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass
    And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • [Month of] May
    This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all:
    My lady's month.  A season of young things.
    14 lines
  • On Torture: A Public Singer
    Torture will give a dozen pence or more
    To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • [Month of] June
    Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
    The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.
    14 lines
  • King's Land
    Stand thou forever among human Houses,
    House of the Resurrection, House of Birth;
    4 lines
  • [Month of] March
    The north-cast wind has come from Norroway,
    Roaring he came above the white waves' tips!
    14 lines
  • [Month of] October
    Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
      Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
    14 lines
  • The Evenlode
    I will not try to reach again,
    I will not set my sail alone,
    24 lines
  • The Pacifist
    Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight,
    But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.
    2 lines
  • [Month of) July
    The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,
    The purple Kings and all their mounted men;
    14 lines
  • [Month of] April
    The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
    Look! little beads of green begin to grow,
    14 lines
  • [Month of] September
    I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
    Looked eastward out to the September night;
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • The Fragment
    Towards the evening of her splendid day
    Those who are little children now shall say
    5 lines
  • [Month of] August
    The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,
    That never more shall hear such victories told;
    14 lines
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